the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…